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Vapor and Fragrance Float Far More Real than Spirits

Vapor and Fragrance Float Far More Real than Spirits Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The soul is mist, the soul is haze because The soul does not exist.  It isn’t haze Or mist since they are part of...

The nth of Zero

The soul is what escapes when mouth and lips Shut finally.  The breath goes out before, But breath is breath and— after that soul slips Out.  Teeth cannot hold in the troubadour Of meaningless existence.  Souls await Release.  Your soul will fly away to space So vast...

A Blunt History of Two Early Novels

A Blunt History of Two Early Novels “…the blunt end of that mighty engine … presented itself at the entrance…” ~ Fanny Hill When novels long ago were male, male, male And not just written by a man, they tended to Be read by men and women, not like pale Ones written by...

Nonko, a Seventeenth-century Ceramicist

Nonko, a Seventeenth-century Ceramicist Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The black bat makes its sounds beyond my ears, A pitch too high for human nerves to hear, But, is there, like ultraviolet tears From...

Chopin, Yet

                   Chopin, Yet Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Chopin, despite the cataract of hair, Awes, not a poser.  What he writes and plays Sings truth inside his skin.  He is the heir To honesty...